#open grisha verse starter

[multistoty]

One line open

“Do you make a habit of hovering?”

[freak1ish]

Lupin tag dump. ( Based on various song lyrics and tags I thought up myself )

/ I'm finished making sense / ( Musings/ Ramblings )

/ What if I say I am not like the others / ( Introspection's )

/ The page is out of print / ( Open starters )

/ Done pleading ignorance / ( Answered asks )

/ Same old story / ( Asks )

/ In my reflection I see signs of psychosis / ( Visage )

/ I think I'm dyin' nursing patience/ ( Mannerisms )

/ I am afraid you are out of look / ( OOC )

/ A appreciate for the strange and bizarre / ( Aesthetics )

/ Forever scarred / ( Real face )

/ Think I need a devil to help me get things right / ( Main default verse )

/ I'm the voice inside your head you refuse to hear / ( Sandman/ DC comics verse )

/ This could take all night / ( Supernatural verse )

/ I'm getting tired of starting again / ( Strangers things verse )

/ There is evil inside / Buffy the vampire slayer verse )

/ Hiding in plain sight / ( Marvel verse )

/ What have I become my sweetest friend / ( Dragon age verse )

/ Cracks in the mirror / ( Wednesday verse )

/ I'll change your appearance and heal your wounds for a price / ( Grisha verse )

/ Into the void / ( Queue )

[raehs]

“    do    you    every    shut    up?    “    rey    groaned.    the    splitting    migraine    she    had    made    it    feel    like    her    skull    would    split    in    two    --    either    on    its    own    or    because    she    took    a    lightsaber    to    her    brain    to    get    rid    of    the    pain.    there    were    many    possibilities    for    where    her    migraine    had    come    from    and    all    pointed    towards    one    of    her    force    skills,    and    also    her    pushing    herself    a    little    too    far    during    training    that    same    morning.    

[starsinshadows]

kaz brekker tag dump

⭐ 

[dynastymusesarch]

FULL NAME: nina zenik

FANDOM: shadow&bone/six of crows

GENDER: cis female

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

WANTED DYNAMICS: matthais helvar, inej ghafa, any of the crows, anyone in the grisha verse, open to crossovers

*not a starter call*

[dynastymuses]

FULL NAME: elisbeth barlowe

FANDOM: orginial character (w/wheel of time, grisha, mutant/metahuman, winx, tvdu, shadowhunters, and period drama verses)

GENDER: cis female

AGE: 18-26 (depending on universe)

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:pansexual

WANTED DYNAMICS: lovers, friends, enemies, open

*not a starter call*

bio under cut

period drama verse:

ladies maid/maid. very into reading, writing, and the current writings of women’s rights, the rights of the lower classes etc. she is very soft spoken, but do not confuse that with weakness. she is the youngest of 4, only daughter. she tries to be seen and not heard at work, but outside of it she tries to find a way to leave her mark on the world 

mutant/powered verse 

she is the only superpowered member of her family. she found out she was adopted. and she’s on a mission to find her place in the world and her birth parents 

*we can adapt to different versions of mutant/meta humans/super powers individuals.  

powers: unbrakinesis/power negation 

shadowhunters verse 

warlock: almost 100 years old. 

father was an unknown demon. her warlock mark is green scales. she just moved to new york. she was born and raised in the midwest right  before the start of the great depression. she was loved by both her parents who saw her birth as a blessing. her mother was seduced by her demon father, and instead of casting her out, her father loved her and welcomed her as his own daughter. beth trained with a few warlocks over the years. she’s come to new york city to start her life over. 

tvd verse: 

witch 

adopted as an infant, her parents sent her back to the system after seeing she had witch powers, thinking she was some kind of demon. she was found and brought to the Salvatore’s school. she’s trying to lay low, unsure how to truly fit in with people she doesn’t know 

*we can adjust this really to fit any supernatural fandom. 

winx verse 

Elisabeth was raised by her aunt, after her mother died. she is very studious, but doesn’t shy away from a good time. she’s helpful and loyal. she is an air fairy

wheel of time verse

elisabeth is a new novice, who's mother/father are dark friends. she never met them, instead she has been living with her aunt, with the shame all her life. she hopes to become a yellow aei sedai, because she wishes to heal unlike her parents which were destroyers.

shadow&bone/ grisha verse

elisabeth is a distant relative of aleksander with the same powers. (can be daughter, cousin, niece, whatever) she doesn't know this, and had kept her powers hidden because her adoptive parents were killed because her father was a grisha

powers

[unfcreseen]

STARTER CALL .

like for a one liner while i get the verse page set up!

[ofmythandlegend-blog1]

ᴏᴩᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

The Wraith’s footsteps are as silent as always, her hood covering her face in dark shadows. “Are you sure that you have not made a mistake by coming here?” Even her voice is quiet, soft. It’s only supposed to be heard by the person to whom she directs it.

[multistoty]

The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. But there's something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour that creates a language of its own. There's a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. He isn’t used to caring for other’s though his eyes linger on the figure longer than he does most. And maybe the wetstone flint in his voice lessens once the shadow is fully in his view. “Come to annoy me or brining business?”

[multistoty]

The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour  that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.There are no rules when it comes to survival. Truth that came too late was as useful as a meal to a dead man. Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.He wanted to trust her, but a lifetime of mistrust made it impossible. She was the starlight to his darkness.The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere.She consumed him in a different way- the way her eyes made everything jump inside of him when he looked into them, her laughter, temper, the way ehe sometimes struggled for words, the way she jaw twitched when she was angry, the thoughtful way she listened to him, her incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When he looked at him, he saw the the capable crow she could have been, but he also saw the soldier and solider that she was. This was why love was so dangerous. Love turn the whole world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns. Fear was a poison that people mistook as protection. Making choices to stay safe could be just as treacherous. It smelled of her; of apples and magic and cold,moonlit nights.Nothing has been safe since the moment he laid eyes on her. And yet he don't want to look away. Kaz’s smile turned seductive, all shameless curves and immoral promises. An invitation to places that proper young ladies didn’t think about, let alone visit.Tonight he was smiling like a wicked prince, escaped from the stars, ready to spirit her up into the heavens. The crow used to think love was like a house. Once it was built, a person got to live in it forever. But now the onyx haired boy wondered if love was more like a war with new foes constantly appearing and battles creeping up.For centuries the Fates were locked away, but now they wish to come out and play.If they regain their magic the world will never be the same, but you can help stop them by winning the game. She didn't make being alone seem lonely as Kaz had always secretly feared. She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities. As much as he would never agree, the bastard of the barrell  reached out to the broken parts of her like a caress. The type of touch that moves through damaged flesh, past fractured bones and into a person's wounded soul.Kaz looked down on her from the dark nightstand where he’d perched himself. His long legs draped negligently over the edge of the furniture as his hands played with an apple and a knife.He didn’t need to erase his pain; he needed it to propel his into action. Just because it was a negative emotion didn’t mean it wasn’t a valuable one.“I'm not going to tell you to trust me, because that's a terrible idea. You don't want to be the hero, you want the happy ending- that's why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?”

[multistoty]

Open to Zoya’s

the stress doesn’t ebb  regardless  of  how  much  he  attempts  to  work  the  knots  out  from  his  neck,  but  there  is  something  much  easier  about  breathing  when  zoya  is  here.  and  it’s  not  as  if  she  has  a  calming  presence      (storm  witch  carrying  static  electricity,  the  hairs  on  his  arm  standing),      though  he  knows  she  is  the  one  who’d  drag  him  back  here  if  need  be.  that  is  a  comfort.      “you  look  as  RADIANT  AS  ALWAYS,  general  nazyalenskaya.  don’t  make  me  feed  your  ego.”      title  is  thrown  at  her  with  a  teasing  tone,  lips  quirking  up  into  a  smile  only  slightly.  there  is  no  need  for  titles  here  though,  respect  is  shown  in  so  many  other  ways,  and  the  way  she  says  his  name  sends  warmth  into  the  darkness  that  rests  inside  him.  sitting  up  straighter,  he  lets  out  a  soft  laugh,  humor  returning  slowly  but  surely.      “and  what  would  i  do  without  you,  zoya?”      RAVKA  WOULD  FALL  APART,  he  knows.  lifting  the  book  up  to  show  her  the  cover,  istorii  sankt’ya,  though  he’s  read  it  a  thousand  times.  it  doesn’t  matter  the  contents  of  the  books,  he  simply  missed  reading,  and  saints  it  was  his  way  to  claw  at  humanity  now.      “more  interesting  than  another  of  kamenski’s  military  histories.  at  least  for  you,  i’m  sure.”

[multistoty]

Open to Wylan’s

WAS IT POSSIBLE FOR SOMEONE TO BE COMPLETELY OUT OF PLACE, while also being perfectly in place somewhere?  wylan looked like he belonged here, among the finery and glitter; he looked like he had stepped out of a painting, some lovingly rendered fairy tale prince come to life.  no crown could have suited him more than that mop of auburn curls.  and yet, his eyes darted this way and that — he stood with his posture too straight, hands clasped tightly in front of his body.  even as they danced, jesper felt the rigid set of his hands, the tension in every step.

he wondered to himself if it had anything to do with the hawkish stare of his father.  was there a way to ask without it being improper . . .?

“ he won’t vanish if you take your eyes off him, ”  jesper offers, a soft note of amusement in his voice.  truly, van eck seemed right at home among the pageantry.  as the crowd changes its steps, he moves accordingly; the hand holding wylan’s loosens enough to twirl him once.  “ i worry about losing my father in the crowds, too, but they’ll be fine.  you can enjoy the night without worrying. ”

[multistoty]

Nikolai rolled his eyes with fond dramatics as he leaned back like a cat against his chair. Undignified in it’s elegance like the prince turned privateer. Even now dressed to the nine’s in this grand room of the palace he called home, a glass of bourbon still swirled in his hands. Ivory fingers wrapped around the soft weight of the glass taking in the figure in front of him. “Don’t be so surprised. You can take a man off the seas, but the waters are still part of him. Besides, how else could I have gotten through that meeting.”

[multistoty]

Nikolai rolled his eyes with fond dramatics as he leaned back like a cat against his chair. Undignified in it’s elegance like the prince turned privateer. Even now dressed to the nine’s in this grand room of the palace he called home, a glass of bourbon still swirled in his hands. Ivory fingers wrapped around the soft weight of the glass taking in the figure in front of him. “Don’t be so surprised. You can take a man off the seas, but the waters are still part of him. Besides, how else could I have gotten through that meeting.”

[multistoty]

The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour  that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.There are no rules when it comes to survival. Truth that came too late was as useful as a meal to a dead man. Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.He wanted to trust her, but a lifetime of mistrust made it impossible. She was the starlight to his darkness.The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere.She consumed him in a different way- the way her eyes made everything jump inside of him when he looked into them, her laughter, temper, the way ehe sometimes struggled for words, the way she jaw twitched when she was angry, the thoughtful way she listened to him, her incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When he looked at him, he saw the the capable crow she could have been, but he also saw the soldier and solider that she was. This was why love was so dangerous. Love turn the whole world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns. Fear was a poison that people mistook as protection. Making choices to stay safe could be just as treacherous. It smelled of her; of apples and magic and cold,moonlit nights.Nothing has been safe since the moment he laid eyes on her. And yet he don't want to look away. Kaz’s smile turned seductive, all shameless curves and immoral promises. An invitation to places that proper young ladies didn’t think about, let alone visit.Tonight he was smiling like a wicked prince, escaped from the stars, ready to spirit her up into the heavens. The crow used to think love was like a house. Once it was built, a person got to live in it forever. But now the onyx haired boy wondered if love was more like a war with new foes constantly appearing and battles creeping up.For centuries the Fates were locked away, but now they wish to come out and play.If they regain their magic the world will never be the same, but you can help stop them by winning the game. She didn't make being alone seem lonely as Kaz had always secretly feared. She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities. As much as he would never agree, the bastard of the barrell  reached out to the broken parts of her like a caress. The type of touch that moves through damaged flesh, past fractured bones and into a person's wounded soul.Kaz looked down on her from the dark nightstand where he’d perched himself. His long legs draped negligently over the edge of the furniture as his hands played with an apple and a knife.He didn’t need to erase his pain; he needed it to propel his into action. Just because it was a negative emotion didn’t mean it wasn’t a valuable one.“I'm not going to tell you to trust me, because that's a terrible idea. You don't want to be the hero, you want the happy ending- that's why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?”

[multistoty]

The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour  that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.There are no rules when it comes to survival. Truth that came too late was as useful as a meal to a dead man. Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.He wanted to trust her, but a lifetime of mistrust made it impossible. She was the starlight to his darkness.The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere.She consumed him in a different way- the way her eyes made everything jump inside of him when he looked into them, her laughter, temper, the way ehe sometimes struggled for words, the way she jaw twitched when she was angry, the thoughtful way she listened to him, her incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When he looked at him, he saw the the capable crow she could have been, but he also saw the soldier and solider that she was. This was why love was so dangerous. Love turn the whole world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns. Fear was a poison that people mistook as protection. Making choices to stay safe could be just as treacherous. It smelled of her; of apples and magic and cold,moonlit nights.Nothing has been safe since the moment he laid eyes on her. And yet he don't want to look away. Kaz’s smile turned seductive, all shameless curves and immoral promises. An invitation to places that proper young ladies didn’t think about, let alone visit.Tonight he was smiling like a wicked prince, escaped from the stars, ready to spirit her up into the heavens. The crow used to think love was like a house. Once it was built, a person got to live in it forever. But now the onyx haired boy wondered if love was more like a war with new foes constantly appearing and battles creeping up.For centuries the Fates were locked away, but now they wish to come out and play.If they regain their magic the world will never be the same, but you can help stop them by winning the game. She didn't make being alone seem lonely as Kaz had always secretly feared. She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities. As much as he would never agree, the bastard of the barrell  reached out to the broken parts of her like a caress. The type of touch that moves through damaged flesh, past fractured bones and into a person's wounded soul.Kaz looked down on her from the dark nightstand where he’d perched himself. His long legs draped negligently over the edge of the furniture as his hands played with an apple and a knife.He didn’t need to erase his pain; he needed it to propel his into action. Just because it was a negative emotion didn’t mean it wasn’t a valuable one.“I'm not going to tell you to trust me, because that's a terrible idea. You don't want to be the hero, you want the happy ending- that's why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?”